Page 68 of Mike's Assistant

“Yes. Yes. I said yes,” Jake laughed in between pecks.

This was the happiest day of my life. My world was complete. Fate had given me my mate, and I couldn’t be happier.

The Dungeon

Dominic

“Sir.”

The sultry whimper of the chained man captured my sole attention. I didn’t want to look away now, of all times. The submissive man bound to the St. Andrew’s cross was marked so well. The red welts painting his back contrasted his milky flesh beautifully. And what’s more, his moans of ecstasy as the whip stung his flesh had me hard as a rock.

“What?” I snapped, not appreciating the interruption, especially at the height of this particular scene.

Jorin, ever the unflappable minion throughout our centuries-long association, now looked distinctly uncomfortable. His eyes darted around the dim room, from the gleaming leather and metal equipment to the shadows where others watched and participated in their own dark fantasies.

“Jorin?” My voice dropped to a lethal whisper, sharp enough to cut through the moans and cries permeating the air. “You’ve served me for ages. It’s unlike you to disturb me during my… recreation.”

The petite blonde that was servicing my cock stopped at my tone. His slight blue eyes peered up at me in fear.

“Did I tell you to stop?” I snapped, smacking his bare ass. The sound reverberated through the room, matching the current crack of the whip. The pretty twink instantly slipped my hard cock back into his mouth.

I looked back at Jorin, and his pale eyes met mine. A spark of genuine worry flickered within them. “I know, Master Dominic, but there are four large lion shifters here, demanding an audience with you.”

I chuckled. It appeared that my text had caused a stir. In truth, I did it just because I was bored. I loved the fact that Jake was so innocent, and as a sex demon, I yearned for that innocence so I could corrupt it. Seeing Jake flustered, I had to mess with him and the overprotective lion.

“Sir,” Jorin’s words trembled.

“Show them in,” I said with a flick of my hand.

Jorin nodded and quickly left the room. I leaned back and moaned as the little blond took me down to the root. Not many could take my thick, large cock all the way. Thank fuck, he doesn’t have a gag reflex, I thought.

“Master Dominic, the lions of the Satchel Pride!” Jorin’s voice cut through my pleasure.

I cracked my eyes and took in the hulking men. My eyes landed on one in particular. I couldn’t stop my grin.

Things just got interesting.

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